Oh, we have friends in England, and we have friends in France, <br />And should we have to travel there through some strange circumstance, <br />Undaunted we should sail away, and gladly should we go, <br />Because awaiting us would be somebody that we know. <br /> <br />Full many a journey here we make where countless strangers roam, <br />Yet everywhere our faces turn we find a friend from home. <br />Oh, we have friends in distant towns, and friends 'neath foreign skies, <br />And yet we think of him as lost whene'er a loved one dies. <br /> <br />Yet he has merely travelled on, as many a friend must do; <br />Within a distant city fair he waits for me and you, <br />And when shall come our time to make that journey through the gloam, <br />To welcome us he will be there, the smiling friend from home.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-friendly-greeting/
